Poem -
Ambitious Hands
Ambitious hands trace my skin.
I push away, but their force wins.
Bad intentions cover your face.
You're pulling at my pants, tugging at my lace.
I yell for you to stop, I beg and I plead.
I offer you something less just to try to prevent you from taking all of me.
I had already said no and kept trying to speak, but had to keep my mouth clenched to keep you from entering another part of me.
Finally you're done and pulling up your pants I'm pulling up mine and running inside.
I collapse on the floor finally able to cry
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Comments
Well written. Painful words.
Omg this is so shockingly sad hun. Really good tho. Xx
damn. I feel this because I have a similar experience.
if you check out my poem Phosphorescent rose, you might be able to relate. Feel that feeling. feel that pain. on a better note, your ability to express yourself is phenomenal.
Brilliantly delivered!! Shockingly conveyed!!.... the kind of powerful write that makes a lasting impression upon the minds eye of the reader!!....... Fantastic imagery pouring salt upon the wound of a VERY poetic declaration!!.......ALL STARS!!...... well conceived and BEAUTIFULLY delivered!!...... well done dear poet sister..... and in case no one has said so........ WELCOME to COSMO ROSETTA!!........LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo ?✴❤